Читать книгу Stella, Get Your Gun - Nancy Bartholomew - Страница 3
“Stella! Wait!” Pete cried. “Honey, really, come inside. Let’s talk about this.”
ОглавлениеI saw Lou Ann behind Pete, hastily pulling on her jeans and hopping around on one leg. She was panicked, and that made me perversely happy. I put the car into neutral and opened the driver’s side door. Pete looked hopeful, probably thinking that with just the right approach he could smooth the entire thing over.
“Well,” I said. “I guess you’d better pick one of us. Are you ready to start over, too?”
Pete looked puzzled, but Lloyd, the black-and-white-spotted mutt, bounded down the steps and leaped into the car.
“Pete?” I said, my voice a sweet coo of encouragement.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Bite my smooth tender ass!”
With that, Lloyd and I drove away.
